we can say we've found our own way.

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[sitting at the baby grand he found after opening and closing many doors throughout the dressing room, he adjusts his glasses, frowning as he notices a spot on one of the lens. dried on and the color of cream, his lips curl into a grin. that would be Roxas' doing, and a reminder as to why he usually took his glasses off during detention. using the hem of his shirt to clean the glass, he idly looks around the room. it looks disused for the most part, the piano itself being the least dusty instrument]

What a shame.

[he begins to play the baby grand, emerald eyes closed in concentration. there's sheet music in front of him, but he's ignoring it, playing a piece of his own creation]

((ooc: music teacher!Axel from the same verse as clavichordly, who seduced his teacher and has been blackmailing him for the past two years to force him to stay.))

Comments

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[he fidgets a bit before quietly singing, tapping his foot to the beat.]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[soothed by the soft voice and being able to play, he can't help the smile that stays plastered on his lips as he continues the piece]

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[he rises and falls in volume, until he comes to a word he doesn't know or understand. he suddenly stops, trying to sound it out like a child.]

Me... mick... mis...

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[stills his fingers, turning to look at him, green eyes full of curiosity]

Show me?

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[his cheeks are red with embarrassment and shame, and he points to 'mischievous'. an easy word for most his age, but...]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't worry about it.

[looks at the music, a kind smile still on his lips]

Ah, mischievous.

[sounds it out for him]

Mis-chee-vee-us.

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

Mis-chee-vee-us.

[he repeats quietly, a few times until he knows he's got it.]

Th-thanks.

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

Teacher, kind of my job. But you're welcome.

Shall we continue?

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

Um, from measure... 31?

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Of course.

[begins to play again]

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[and this time the words come out more strong, he seems more confident and the pitches are honey-sweet.]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[damn near gets chills down his back at the sound of Roxas' voice, pleasantly surprised by his sweet voice]

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[he's definately enjoying himself, a smile spreading across his face. putting emotions into the song always ensures a great performance.]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[as he plays the final notes, his eyes open slowly, the emeralds just a tad out of focus]

Your voice is breathtaking.

[13thopal.livejournal.com]

[he's heard that before, but it still makes him so red.]

U-um... th-thank you. It's what I've been t-trained for.

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[smiles sweetly]

If you ever want to sing again, with accompaniment that is... let me know, yeah?